Where I’m From By Timothy Han I am from the cinema from galaxies far, far away, and buttery popcorn. I am from the old book filled with wondrous myths of tricksters, cowardly gods, and the small creatures with great character. I am from the ancient guitar, The old piano, the foreign sheet music Whose worn paper and faded ink Give birth to amazing rhythms I’m from bland tofu and strong incense From long mantras, From impossible lessons, I’m from the PC, and the Macbook From the Fun Runs, and from the rope. I am from the memories Both good and bad, But they are still mine.
By Timothy Han
I am from the cinema
from galaxies far, far away, and buttery popcorn.
I am from the old book filled with wondrous myths
of tricksters, cowardly gods,
and the small creatures with great character.
I am from the ancient guitar,
The old piano, the foreign sheet music
Whose worn paper and faded ink
Give birth to amazing rhythms
I’m from bland tofu and strong incense
From long mantras,
From impossible lessons,
I’m from the PC, and the Macbook
From the Fun Runs, and from the rope.
I am from the memories
Both good and bad,
But they are still mine.